Thursday, April 16, 2015

How are you doing?

Trisha's innocent question came naturally.
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Laughter preceded my stopping and pondering.

Do I answer honestly? Yes!

My friends, my community cannot love well without knowledge.

But my on the surface response is partial truth.

On the surface, life has been busy full (sounds better).

  • Yes, I loved the guests who kept our guest beds warm ... and even spilled over to the other beds some nights.
  • The Sabbath-Living Retreat culminating months of prayer and planning was abundantly blessed by God.
  • Yes, I loved our trip to Peoria where many of my besties still live.
  • Kara's memorial celebrating a life well-lived swung my emotional pendulum from laughter to tears.
  • Yes, and who wouldn't love 5 days in Florida in April when your home is Colorado?
And of course the every-days managed to seep into the cracks. Life has been FULL.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in your sight,
O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.

Again I stop and ponder remembering these words from Psalm 19.
Tell the truth? ABSOLUTELY! And continue on ...

I prefer, How are you living? to How are you doing? Thank you Kara for this wisdom.

How am I living in the midst of current realities?

For me, the busyness of the now tends to influence the future; it seems overwhelming. I tend to re-act instead of decide--not good.
I'm tempted to play Eeyore.
I'm aware. Now I want my focus to embrace acceptance and gratitude.

So, how am I living?

White space dominates my calendar for a few weeks.
Decisions are being deferred.
Resting, rejuvenating, refueling are my majors
I'm giving myself grace.

Let each of you look not only to his own interests,
but also to the interests of others.
Philippians 2:4  (underline mine)

How do you compensate for busyness? What does refueling look like for you? What are your warning signs that you need to readjust for a time?



Thursday, April 9, 2015

Jennifer's Story; My Story; God's Story



It was Saturday morning just 7 days before our Sabbath-Living Retreat. As I sat with my friends (those making up the retreat committee) in our living room, I shared Ephesians 2:10 …

 "For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them."

I desired to affirm them. God created each with gifts and abilities that they were living out as together we brought this retreat to reality. The retreat that was God's idea. And our pace was walking as each did their part.

Then I skipped to Colossians 3:15, “And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.”
Dana
Amy S.
  
So many importants in those few words, let peace rule … one body … be thankful.

Committee and community both originate from the same Latin word, communis. Some definitions include a social unit that share common values and are assembled for a specific purpose. That’s who we were—one body, a small community who came together for a specific time with a specific purpose. Over the course of 8 months this committee became a community of friends.

What did that look like for me?

1. Ministry is prayer; ministry is partnership; ministry is stewardship.
2. Affirming my friends with their contributions.
3. Trusting them with their responsibilities.
                                                                          
Denise
  

Jennifer shared this story with me:
Jennifer

Several years ago she headed up a committee to work on a similar women’s event. As with our Sabbath-Living retreat there were lots of details that needed to be attended to. Jennifer cast the vision and the committee went to work. The day of the event, one of the committee members came up to her and said, “Jennifer, step back and watch God work.” As she let go and watched the event unfold more beautifully than she could imagine, tears formed in her eyes and excitement in her heart as she observed God’s blessing.

Karma
Jennifer’s story foreshadowed my story. I am so thankful for each
Lynn
of these dear friends; and I stand amazed at the goodness of God smiling on the retreat.

But there were others too, faithful ladies who prayed. Thank you so much to Janine, Susan, Mary, Mary, Joyce, Lynea, Jenny, Trisha, Jean, and Barb.

Deb and Kathleen, along with Dana shared their passions in afternoon workshops complimenting the theme of the retreat.

Nan, Lisa, Joyce, and Rachel all shared personal words of testimony about
Ruth
their learning Sabbath-living.
Sally

Amy K. and her friends who led each session with their worshipful music.

Pam and Shelia and others who generously donated gifts for the women attending.

And Sally Breedlove, our speaker who made the Word come alive to all of us. Her depth in the scriptures and her down-to-earth stories were the perfect introduction to our personal reflection times. 

Like Jennifer, I was stunned by how God orchestrated the entire weekend.

“that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.”                                                                                                                                           Romans 15:6


Thursday, April 2, 2015

It's Okay to Cry

I tore into the box of tissues strategically placed on the cushion at the end of the pew before the service ever started. 

I had to. 

They couldn't have been more perfect.

The sanctuary spoke of Kara. Simple-one floral arrangement and one family picture, inviting, full, very full of friends-special friends and I'm sure some Kara never met. Her words on the big screen, a message all by themselves.


The absence of suffering in my life is not my good. The nearness of God is my great, great GOOD.

Oh how hard to grasp.

Several shared the platform; each a special friend to Kara; each with a specific message. Although often needing to pause, each directed our hearts to our good God-the way Kara wanted.

One shared ... he was 9 years old when his mother died of cancer. The older, wiser ones admonished, don't cry. Be a big boy. Now this "big boy" is a man and he communicated so well to Kara's littles, it's okay to cry.

His words rang true for me too. I've always cried easily. I remember those well-meaning-but-impossible-to-abide-by-words.

When our firstborn came home, I sat in the kitchen and cried. I heard, now what's the matter? The words stung as if my tears were unacceptable. 

I've cried at countless memorial services. And I always make sure I have a clean white lace hankie with me when we go to weddings.

I cried big, loud tears on our deck one summer day mourning a loss I didn't expect to gain ... or did I?

The tears flowed this morning as God and I spoke of Jason and the precious children Kara left behind. 

Life is hard.
God's ways are mysterious.
We don't get it.

It's okay to cry. 

But in the midst of my wet cheeks, tears blurring my vision, I need to remember, I need to trust.

"I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me." 
Song of Solomon 7:10
"... If God is for us, who can be against us?"
Romans 8:31b

And I need to remember, I need to trust the love, grace, wisdom, and kindness he embodies.
from Kara's bulletin
"For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known."
I Corinthians 13:12

"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away."
Revelation 21:4


















Thursday, March 26, 2015

My Friends, My Mirror

Just when I thought I had found my place, reached my potential, was living my destiny, that old voice, the little liar garbed in new clothes returned.

It started with truth. It needed to build the case. Sue, you see it now. She is not who you thought. Those titles, those opportunities - don't be fooled. Her real, her insecure real, her shame hides beneath.

I saw the titles; I saw the position; I saw the rank; I saw the surface and I believed. From my distance, all seemed well, even enviable.

But then the distance shortened, and I observed cracks. Her real oozed out. The not-so-obvious became obvious. 

I was frustrated and cynical. But I smiled, I am not her.

The little liar smiled too. He knew he had me fooled, ensnared, one foot entrapped.

With my one foot snared, I plod on pulling the weight, ignoring the hurt of the teeth clamped to my foot.

The little liar thinks, okay, another angle, another friend. 

The phone conversation is long full of details. Just decide, I think, it's no big deal. 

I tapped "end call". Again frustrated and cynical. How glad I am to not be trapped in the people-pleaser mode like my friends. 

The little liar smiles BIG. The second trap is about to snap shut. 

Two friends, two different chapters, two unique situations. The same response.

I'm exposed.

I too stumble along the people-pleasing, God-pleasing path. The pebbles sometimes slippery, the rocks sometimes trip-able.

I wanted to help THEM see the light. 

Then the still small voice, another whisper aching to be heard, Sue, you need to see the light!

I crumbled and fell. I remembered truth and repented. I crawled through the tall weeds of the pleasing path to the soft grass of the trusting path - a-GAIN. 

The little liar crumbled and fell too; defeated by the still small voice. 

God used my friends as mirrors. For a while the mirror was foggy, but as truth blew across it, I saw myself, not my pretty self. And I knew.

"You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye,
and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye."
Matthew 7:5

Thursday, March 19, 2015

A Conversation with Jesus

Sabbath-Living Retreat, March 14 and 15, 2015
What a special honor to walk with 100 friends through a Sabbath-Living weekend Retreat. Oh how I wish you all could have joined us! Next time, okay?!


Part of Saturday and Sunday mornings was set aside for personal reflection. These times are always some of the best. Sitting (or walking) quietly and enjoying a conversation with Jesus.


Our attention on Saturday focused on the story of Jesus washing the disciples feet.

"Having loved his dear companions, he continues to love them right to the end.
Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the feet of the disciples, drying them with his apron."
John 13:1 and 5, The Message

These are some of the questions we pondered ...

What if this is a too hard to believe, too good to be true type of verse. What direction would your conversation with Jesus take?

Remind yourself of how you experienced the love of Jesus in the last week, last month, or last year.

"dear companions" - What name do you hear Jesus calling you?

What would it look like for you to trust or rest in Jesus' love for you?

"continues to love them" - what does anticipating his love look like for you? How would you describe the hope of that reality?

Perhaps these questions might enhance your time with Jesus. 

Would you share what you heard? I bet we could all bless each other.

"The nations shall see your righteousness, and all the kings your glory,
and you shall be called by a new name 
that the mouth of the LORD will give."
Isaiah 62:2 (italics mine)

Thank you to Karma Bradley for sharing her photos.



Thursday, March 12, 2015

Spring Break, week 2

Now it's really getting exciting. Our first friends arrive for the Sabbath-Living Retreat today.

Echoes of Grace officially returns March 19 ... but in the meantime, please scroll up to last week's post. The prayer request has not changed and I'd be so honored if you would be praying especially Saturday and Sunday for this very important retreat.

Thank you.

Love,
sue

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Spring Break

Hello Friends,


As I'm getting ready for our Sabbath-Living Retreat in just one week, I need to take a two week break from Echoes to concentrate on praying for and the giving attention to the many last minute details an event for 100 ladies requires.

Yes, the retreat is filled, but you can still join us and I hope you will.

Would you please join us in prayer asking God that each women would hear from Him personally during the course of the weekend. My greatest desire is not that we leave remembering the great presenters (yes, we do have wonderful women speaking, leading workshops, and sharing personal testimonies), or that they were awed by the worship music, or the lovely location, but that each one would leave saying they have heard from God!

Thank you!! What a treat to journey with you.

Echoes of Grace will return on March 19.

Blessings and love to you,
Sue